He nodded vigorously. Anything was better than promising to fight Janice Avery.
“Whatcha gonna do?” “I don't know yet. We'll have to plan it out very carefully, but I promise you, May Belle, we'll get her.”
“Cross-your-heart-and-hope-to-die?” Leslie solemnly crossed her heart.
May Belle turned expectantly to Jess, so he crossed his, too,
trying hard not to feel like a fool, crossing his heart to a first grader in the middle of the playground.
May Belle snuffled loudly. “It ain't as good as seeing her beat to a million pieces.”
“No,” said Leslie, “I'm sure it isn't, but with Mr. Turner running this school, it's the best we can do, right, Jess?”
“Right.” That afternoon, crouched in the stronghold of Terabithia, they held a council of war.
How to get Janice Avery without ending up squashed or suspended—that was their problem.
“Maybe we could get her caught doing something.” Leslie was trying out another idea
after they had both rejected putting honey on her bus seat and glue in her hand lotion.
“You know she smokes in the girls' room. If we could just get Mr. Turner to walk past while the smoke is pouring out—”
전체재생
다음페이지
문장검색